Jon kept swishing his way to Karyn's house, walking like a total girl, but then stopped when he heard a familiar voice.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't our favorite fag with a girl's name," Steve Farber said. A couple of his jock buddies laughed alongside him.
Jon spun towards him and put his hand on his hip, standing effeminately. "I don't have a girl's name, you jerk. Madison is my last name."
"Ooh, feisty one. How'd you like to channel that passion into something else, like blowing me?" he said, teasingly.
Jon knew he should have been grossed out by that offer, but he wasn't. He actually smiled, thinking it might be fun.
Steve's smile disappeared from his face. "You'd like that, wouldn't you, you faggot?" He grabbed Jon and pushed him against a wooden fence that was nearby. "God, you people make me sick."
Jon momentarily tried to squirm out of Steve's grasp, but then stopped. He kind of liked being in Steve's hands. Sure, he was a jerk, but wow! What a stud!
He couldn't stop himself. These feelings were overwhelming him. Was this what his aunt felt like all the time? Oh, why oh why did he have to make that stupid wish?
"Are you enjoying this?" Steve asked, getting angrier. He drew back his fist, readying to punch Jon. "Let's see how you enjoy this."
"Hey, what are you doing?" another voice asked nearby.
Jon and Steve turned and saw ...
